April 2026
Sitting in the dunes at sunset as the world gets painted….blanketed with the same hue…overlaying each existing color and transforming it. Unifying it all under the same palette. As I look out over the vast ocean of sand, I think often of the Little Prince and his need for a drawing of a sheep and how, in this crazy place, that makes absolute sense. This is the most important thing. How urgent his need. How clear. I feel like this place does that….distills everything down so all you’re left with is what is urgent and pure. It’s not an urgency that can be explained…it’s not a city urgency, a modern world urgency. A drawing of a sheep. Something to protect the things you love. I feel him here quite often, the Little Prince. Sitting next to me, dreaming of his rose. This is my last evening here, possibly until October. Not feeling gutted like I thought I would be….it feels more like a chapter has been completed. Like a metamorphosis happened, and I stayed in it. I didn’t run. Or shrink. Or leave. I cried, to be sure, but I held it all and I held myself. And now these dunes live inside me.
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